We got into Ha Noi at around 5am from a bumpy train ride. Once we go back to the hostel, we relaxed and got situated for the day ahead. Some of the people needed to get some things for the next could days and send winter gear home. Our objective of the day was to make it to Ha Long Bay, although, we were unsure of how to get there.
One of our friends, Robbie, was spending too much time roaming around town trying to find stuff that he told us to go ahead and catch the bus to Ha Long City and he would catch one later that day. As soon as Boyd, Crystal, an American friend that we have made from Washington State, and I got to the bus station we met another group of nine backpackers (a mix of British, New Zealand, and Australian). They informed us that the last bus to Ha Long City had already left, however, they were in the process of paying to have a bus driver take them all there. With five minutes to spare, we joined in and made our way, hoping Robbie could meet us tomorrow.
By the time we got to Ha Long City, the last ferry into Cat Ba, which is were all the famous beaches and giant rocks are, had already left. The group we made it here with kept telling us that there was no way to get across so they wanted to go find a place to stay. Boyd, Crystal, and I were still convinced that it could be done so we split off from our new made friends. We spoke with a local and arranged for boat to take us the the island. The ride is was the most unreal thing of my life. The sky was black with a tent of orange migrating from the city and the giant rocks sprinkled with trees was something of a dream. As we made our way deeper into the bay and the rocks fully surrounded us, we were all caught with our mouths open. The previous events that led to this rare moment prove that its all about the journey not the destination.
We made it to Cat Ba and began our search for a place to stay. Once we got everything figured out, we headed out for a taste of the local food and drink. We stumbled into a backpackers bar that was chopped full of people our age. Another good night to complement the day.
One of our friends, Robbie, was spending too much time roaming around town trying to find stuff that he told us to go ahead and catch the bus to Ha Long City and he would catch one later that day. As soon as Boyd, Crystal, an American friend that we have made from Washington State, and I got to the bus station we met another group of nine backpackers (a mix of British, New Zealand, and Australian). They informed us that the last bus to Ha Long City had already left, however, they were in the process of paying to have a bus driver take them all there. With five minutes to spare, we joined in and made our way, hoping Robbie could meet us tomorrow.
By the time we got to Ha Long City, the last ferry into Cat Ba, which is were all the famous beaches and giant rocks are, had already left. The group we made it here with kept telling us that there was no way to get across so they wanted to go find a place to stay. Boyd, Crystal, and I were still convinced that it could be done so we split off from our new made friends. We spoke with a local and arranged for boat to take us the the island. The ride is was the most unreal thing of my life. The sky was black with a tent of orange migrating from the city and the giant rocks sprinkled with trees was something of a dream. As we made our way deeper into the bay and the rocks fully surrounded us, we were all caught with our mouths open. The previous events that led to this rare moment prove that its all about the journey not the destination.
We made it to Cat Ba and began our search for a place to stay. Once we got everything figured out, we headed out for a taste of the local food and drink. We stumbled into a backpackers bar that was chopped full of people our age. Another good night to complement the day.
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